Controversial take: (this is my own opinion and you don’t have to agree, but I ask you to respect it because that is just how I perceived Rhaenyra not everybody perceives the characters the same way.)
I don’t think Rhaenyra would be a good ruler. Neither do I believe Aegon is either. I am neither Team Black or Team Green. I don’t like either factions, it’s a stupid civil war between families.
However, Rhaenyra herself made me angry throughout the whole show and while reading the book. Rhaenyra was given the chance to show the realm that she could be a Competent ruler, a leader, a new hope for the people and women that lived in a society ruled by the patriarchy. Instead, we get to see her just straight trash all the opportunities, have affairs, have illegitimate children, and then turn almost every noble lady and lord against her.
Before anyone says “she was mourning her mother.” “Her kids were still targaryens!” “Oh, well she did the right thing.” “Oh, you’re just saying that cause you have some Internalized misogyny.” I understand this to a point, and I don’t dislike Rhaenyra because she’s a woman, I don’t like Rhaenyra because she makes these selfish choices that only benefit her. You can argue that she did this for her kids, which is true, but she still could have done those choices without offending the Great houses.
She tries to pass off her kids as Velaryons, and everyone knows this isn’t true even the people who are apart of House Velayon know that her children are illegitimate, and it’s seen as a huge slap in the face to her biggest ally. I also wanna point out that’s why Vaemond, Corlys brother, was so offended that the King would accept that this illegitimate child should take the throne of House Vearyon.
Rhaenyra to me is a tragic character, I like how she’s charming, headstrong and willing to protect those she holds dear. I think she truly wants to show she can be a Great Ruler, but she plays the Game of Thrones like a man instead of playing it like a woman. Sometimes, when I was watching the show it seemed like she didn’t even want it until it wasn’t hers anymore.
To conclude this kinda rant, Rhaenyra was given the opportunity to become the first woman (after Rhaenys) to sit upon the iron throne, and instead of showing that she is capable of becoming the ruler of the seven kingdoms, she basically shows the realm that she is ill prepared to take the throne, and she takes advantage of the fact that her father, The King, is willing to be ignorant of her wrongdoings, and not a uphold her to the same laws of the realm that hold it together.
Rhaenyra was a child who was grieving the loss of a Mother who was always on the birthing bed and never in her life. She was surrounded by men in her life that continued to use and abuse her, even if she didn’t realize she was a victim. She is product of her surroundings and even after all my rants about her, I still want to believe she could be a Great Queen with the proper guidance and education.
( I’m gonna do one for Aegon as well and Alicent) 
Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku
Female reader / Reader with a vagina
Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾♀️
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Takemichi—
TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT
the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.
You were on top of him.
Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.
Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.
Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.
But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.
“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.
The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.
He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”
You were out like a light.
He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.
He could hear you softly snoring.
For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.
His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.
TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK
Howl—
HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED
he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.
You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.
Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.
Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.
“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.
With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.
Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.
You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.
Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.
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AS DEMONS
you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.
Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.
FOR NOW
Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.
You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.
He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.
In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.
HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED
You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.
Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.
With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.
He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.
HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT
OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK
He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.
He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.
“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.
“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”
He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.
“Don’t you dare-”
“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”
He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.
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Goku—
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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED
you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.
Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.
HOWEVER
Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.
You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.
Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.
He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.
“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.
Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.
Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.
He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.
His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.
He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.
Minors, pls do not interact — know some of y’all gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾♀️
Reader with female genitalia
THIS WAS THE DEFINITION OF:
“FUCKING AROUND, AND FINDING OUT.”
Your back landed harshly against his desk back at base. He had pounced on you the moment you parted your lips to say something—anything.
You had thought he was upset with you because of this small prank governed between you and Soap.
You were prancing around without much thought wearing a balaclava that oddly looked identical to Simon’s. The only difference was that yours was new, it was faded, or had any rips. It wasn’t dirty from dirt clouds from the hot desert, or the ashes from fire and explosives. You had tried imitating him with your hands in your army pants pockets, narrowing your eyes like the goofball you were.
Soap and Alejandro thought it was pretty amusing.
Price was trying to get you to be serious before the real ghost appeared.
Well..
Your toes curled, as sweat dribbled past your brow. Sweat had coated you, almost as if it were a second skin. The thin layer upon your skin made you appear shiny under the limelight of the lights in the room. Your meaty thighs and your ass bounced with the impact of his narrow hips. With each bounce, of your skin slapping against his, your lower legs bounced with your body as you held on desperately to this perilous ride.
Your toes curled, as sweat dribbled past your brow. Sweat had coated you, almost as if it were a second skin. The thin layer upon your skin made you appear shiny under the limelight of the lights in the room. Your meaty thighs and your ass bounced with the impact of his narrow hips. With each bounce, of your skin slapping against his, your lower legs bounced with your body as you held on desperately to this perilous ride.
It was comparable to awkwardly hanging onto a dangerous mechanical bull and trying to hold on for dear life so you don’t fall off. As if you were hanging on to win that big trophy in the end.
“You’re supposed to be Ghost,” he sounded almost smug, “Ghost doesn’t lose his composure then neither should you,” his grip seemingly tightened—you had no idea you were even this flexible until now.
“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
You responded with a pleasured expression, your toes curling at the knuckles tightly.
You didn’t know how much longer you were going to last.
tag 9 ppl you want to get to know better, tagged by @apocketfullofhobbits !! <3 Thank you!
3 ships:
- pynch (even after all this time)
- this is extremely niche but: Cove Holden (from the game “Our Life: Beginnings and Always”) and my MC
- And two ocs in my head who will appear in my novel IF i ever write it :,)
first ever ship: Zoey & Chase from Zoey 101 (I literally cried when they kissed and Chase had to leave the school….)
last song: Last song I listened to is “Still life” by RM
last movie: Disenchanted
currently reading: Greywaren (have been reading it for 84 years but I’m trying to Take It Slow bc I don’t want the series to end)
currently watching: Maggie Stiefvater’s 2020 writing seminar. Last show I watched was Wednesday.
currently consuming: Nothing rn
currently craving: No food currently, but a concert. I’d love to go to a concert rn.
Tagging @namullethoe @toastertalks @atleasttheyvegotstars @facepalmmylifeu @micmicyoongis @sofatato @geisofbullshit @thatgordongirl and @booksinaballroom (even though I think I already know you pretty well hehe) <3
THANK YOU FRIEND I’VE BEEN DYING FOR ONE OF THESE AGAIN <3 I’ll try not to rant too much hshsh
also Maggie Stiefvater has a writing seminar?? I didn’t know omg
3 ships
- KANEJ. Listen, I will scream about them until my voice fails me
- same with sherliam, they are incredibly dear to me
- I’ve gotten into beiguang lately (well lately and lately, they are new on this blog at least) it’s just, SO good. Powerful women we love
first ever ship: this is, a good question. I’ve loved several couples I’ve seen/read, but actually shipped? Must be Clace? Which is Clary & Jace from The Mortal Instruments. Do NOT confuse them with the ones from the TV show adaptation, we do NOT talk about that, thank you
last song: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Yola
last movie: the Nightmare Before Christmas! Me and my sister has it as tradition to watch before Christmas every year
currently reading: A Curse so Bold and Deadly. I LOVED the first book in the cursebreakers series, but I’m having trouble getting through this 3rd one
currently watching: I’m rewatching The Dragon Prince to catch up my knowledge for S4!! Love this show so much. Such comfort (she says, then cry about the angst) Also! I started The Sandman just recently. I love the setting so much omg. The characters, aesthetics, filming and pacing are amazing (well I love good omens so I knew I’d love this too)
currently consuming: Lussekatter! It’s basically small breads with saffron? Typical Lucia/Christmas food here
currently craving: tbh I’m always craving like, mazarins
tagging some new mutuals here and old, no pressure to do it, hope y’all are doing good <3
first ever ship: yikes, i have no clue! maybe Edward and Bella from the Twilight Saga? lol
last song: oof haven’t listened to music in a couple days so nothing is paused on spotify… probably a Christmas song since that was a few days ago?
last movie: it’s been so long since i watched a movie 😭 think i watched The Lost City about a month ago? EDIT- just realised i watched Glass Onion over the weekend lmfao
currently reading: Priest by Sierra Simone
currently watching: nothing! i’m not a big TV person
currently consuming: had buffalo cauliflower mac about an hour ago, but nothing right now.
thanks for the tag @slightlyrebelliouswriter23!! 💜💜
3 ships: Kanej, Pynch, and of course my beloved Herongraystairs
first ever ship: Chaolaena was the first ship that made me stay up all night reading
last song: Spotify isn’t cooperating but I’m pretty sure it was Physical by Dua Lipa
last movie: Raiders of the Lost Ark! It’s a winter break tradition
currently reading: Foul Lady Fortune by Chloe Gong (and loving every second of it)
currently watching: I’m not a big TV person either, so I usually have a bunch of shows in the queue that I started months ago and haven’t finished. Most recently I’ve been watching Vampire Diaries thanks to the influence of @kevin-day-is-bi
currently consuming: nothing rn, but New Year’s dinner is bacon mac and cheese
djdjjddhndhd thanks if like to get to know you more too @lavenderlemonrose <3
3 ships: harlivy, zoyalai, superbat
first ever ship: percabeth, baby me was just in love with those dorks and i still adore them
last song: warriors of the mind
last movie: the batman
currently reading: far too much fanfiction
currently watching: atla for like the millionth time
currently consuming: angst
currently craving: chocolate orange
im gonna tag @shamrockace @boldlyanxious @ellienettie @kevin-day-is-bi @queen-o-leen @ramos123 @thedragonbug @the-alice-of-hearts @wildbookcat but still wanna know better and those who i want to get to know, not telling who is who though
arataki itto x reader [two versions: both male and female]
Minors dni
receiving oral from the one and oni himself.
Male
your heart raced in your ears, your eyes were moderately hazy, your pupils were blown out to their max capacity.
your [color] eyes watched itto—comparable to that of a hawk.
the white-haired oni’s cheeks were moderately flushed as his eyes met yours. his nose was somewhat runny, his pupils were blown out as much as yours. his cheeks were hollowed as drool dribbled past the corner of his lips–descending his chin.
your cock skimmed past parted and eager lips, his moans stifled by your girth.
one of his broad hands clasped your hip as his other hand wrapped around your veiny cock—you could feel his warm tongue switching from side to side beneath your tip as he suckled. his adam’s apple bobbed each time he swallowed you down.
pulling your hips back, your cock slipped past his mouth, strings of saliva still attached to his lips.
his chest heaved as he looked up at you with his hazy eyes. he leaned in again without question, tilting his head aside, his mouth latched on the side of the girth. he licked and sucked his way towards your balls, sucking them while his hand began jerking your cock, his hand squeezing as he twisted his palm.
his chest heaved as he looked up at you with his hazy eyes. he leaned in again without question, tilting his head aside, his mouth latched on the side of the girth. he licked and sucked his way towards your balls, sucking them while his hand began jerking your cock, his hand squeezing as he twisted his palm.
arataki itto could suck your cock forever if he could.
Female
you could see just how eager the oni was as he pressed greedy kisses against your hip. his teeth nipped at your flesh.
the taste of you was seemingly delicious on his tongue. he moaned, his cock twitched against the confinements of his pants.
❝please,❞ he whimpered, his dampened eyes looking up at you with a needy stare.
❝please let me taste you...❞ he beseeched, his fingers dipping into your flesh.
your fingers still scraping through his white hair and into his scalp. a sound, similar to a purr, rumbled from the rear of your throat. you grinned, squinting your eyes scarcely. ❝go ahead,❞ you cooed.
he moaned in what seemed like remedy. he dipped his head, his anticipating lips, dampened with his saliva, pressed against your sex—careful of his teeth.
his tongue lapped at your clit eagerly, his pink lips wrapping around the nub. your hands, still in his hair, tugged at his strands.
you licked your lips, brows furrowing in concentration, ricocheting your hips against his face as his tongue slipped past your pussy lips. be buried his face, his nose essentially rubbing against you.
you moaned, tilting your head back as praises strumbled from your lips like a mantra.
and he was desperate to hear more.
from his position, he could hear the soft squelch of your pussy each time his tongue nestled between your dampened lips.
his eyes ascended your form, catching your lower belly flexing slightly.
your chest heaving, the rise, and fall of your breast—you were beautiful to him in every aspect. his eyes caught your face, and his eyes gleamed when you both made eye contact.
he shifted his head from side to side as he suckled on the soft flesh between your legs.
working at an office wasn’t as fun as most made it out to be.
it was the same thing—everyday.
a repeated sequence, one you, as a young woman in your prime age, wished to change.
one you were going to change.
your unwilling victim in this crime?
your co-worker, nanami kento.
a conference meeting was taking place. your shared boss with the blonde sitting across from you, on his laptop, was pacing around the room.
he spoke in a clear and boisterous tone, so his voice would carry around the room—he couldn’t allow his employees to miss a single word spilling from his mouth.
his hands were clasped behind his back, listening to the sound of everyone writing in their notebooks or typing away on their laptops, brought in prior.
you on the other hand.
you were much more interested with bothering your co-worker across from you.
he squinted his eyes slightly, as if saying—❝what’re you doing...?❞
he squinted his eyes slightly, as if saying—❝what’re you doing...?❞
you fluttered those long lashes of yours, as if coming out to innocently untangle his uncommunicative question.
❝i’m not doin’ anything~❞
he huffed through his nostrils, his hooded eyes remained focused on you now. his dark eyes dipped towards your lips—the pen in your hand, from earlier, was currently being caressed by the welcoming of your lips. he could see your teeth gently nibbling on the inexpensive plastic.
your tongue piqued from your lips to languidly brush along the handle before it disappeared in the chasms of your mouth—feigning as if you were speculating before you removed the utensil from your mouth altogether.
just as your boss was walking past you—from behind the blonde male.
you were teasing him.
something you rendered as your favorite pastime.
he felt your foot groove from his inner calf towards his inner thigh. with your leg fully extended, your foot laid flat against his clothed cock, hardened—but only slightly.
pleased, you gave a small hum, licking your hips, slightly shifting in your seat.
just the sheer thought of the man in front of you. bending you over and fucking you raw—
❝alright!❞ your boss clapped his hands once, ❝that just about concluded this meeting,❞ he glanced towards his apple watch for a moment as a notification sounded, his eyebrows shot up.
❝and right on time too! um, if you all have any questions, just text me, or leave a note for the secretary, Eniko, and i will get back to you.❞ he snapped his fingers to point at you, and your group of co-workers—kinda like the finger gun motion.
he rushed out of the room, and not too long, your foot was back in your shoe. you gave nanami a close-eyed smile, closing your notebook and pushing your pen back in your book before hugging it to your chest.
your co-workers were much too enthusiastic to be free from such a long meeting, a majority of them were already out the door.
you anticipated nanami to gather his things hastily, slamming his laptop shut instead of saving his progress and turning the device off.
he was following after you when you reached the doorway. he stuck close, his dominant hand grasped your bent elbow to keep you close. pulling you back against him, you could feel it.
you could feel his hardening cock pushing flushed against the curve of your round ass.
❝you think you’re cute, don’t you?❞
you nearly purred, your small smile turning devious as he began directing you away from the others.
he was directing you through the corridors until his office came to view. the door was slightly ajar, his foot nudging it open, and when the two of you were in his office it slammed shut.
you watched as he loosened his tie, his figure trudged towards his wheeled chair and he sat down. hie long legs opened—wider than usual.
his dark eyes seemed blown out already. he was stressed out, almost always. but every once in a whike, he would treat himself.
to you.
you were one of the most attractive within the building. he appreciated how driven you were at work, you were one of the few co-workers he would dare say were less annoying to him.
especially since you were the only individual allowed to be with him in such a provocative manner.
it was inappropriate, yes.
but did either of you really care?
no.
the answer is no.
❝well?❞ his sudden question slipped as his brows arched, even further. ❝don’t just stand there as if you don’t already know what to do.❞
his dark eyes skimmed over you anew, ❝you know what to do.❞
he reclined—watching your dominant hand extend behind you to turn the lock. it made a soft click, shifting into place before you approached his desk to place your things down.
he concentrated on your soft-looking fingers unbuttoning your shirt.
with your shirt open, displaying the bra you had on beneath.
your hands coiled behind you, he fixed his gaze as you unzipped the pencil skirt on your form, the fabric loosening and casually disembarking your legs.
you kept your heels on, standing at his side until he wheeled the chair backward slightly—allowing you enough room to sink to your knees, almost underneath his desk.
he wheeled back to his initial position.
your hands were almost eager, your fingers dipping into his belt, pawing at him and striving to take it off. the buckle jangled as you loosened it.
opening his fly, pulling the front of his boxers down to allow his cock to raise, but only slightly.
you grinned, pressing a small kiss against his tip before your tongue lathered from between your anticipating lips—giving kitten licks against the sensitive crown.
gradually, his cock began hardening, standing upright at full attention.
with your mouth parting open, tongue sticking out, his hand grasped his cock beneath the base to tap himself against the flat of your tongue.
❝was this all you needed?❞ he rasped, his other hand tangling in your {curly/straight/kinky} before his fingers tugged harshly.
❝was me shoving my cock in your mouth the only solution to make you behave?❞
❝hm...?❞ he tilted his head slightly. he watched as your hips grounded against nothing. your hands cradled his knees.
❝go ahead and suck it like you did that pen. like you mean it, acting out like a little whore, and so openly.❞
you moaned shamelessly, drool beginning to pool in your mouth until he said you could suck it.
your lips greedily wrapped around him, and you bobbed your head. you tilted your head, your {color} eyes meeting his.
maintaining eye contact you hollowed your cheeks, coating his cock in your saliva, your tongue, laying flat against the underside, darting to trace the veins that decorated him.
he sighed out a moan, his unoccupied working on prying his tie from his person.
his head tilted back, his chin raised as his lips parted. the feeling of your mouth was so warm. your lips tightly wrapped around his cock was rewarding for all of the hard work of today.
nanami’s hair became unruly, his blonde strands hung in front of his eyes as he moaned, raising his hips to propel his cock even deeper in your tight throat.
he watched in fascination, his cock appearing then reappearing. his fell in love with the way you gagged around him when he rutted his hips.
he wanted you to get his cock as wet as you could with his saliva.
why?
you controlled your breathing, coughing slightly as he pulled himself away. his vast hands grasped your upperarms.
striving to raise you to your feet, his other hand pulled the cups of your bra down. your breast jiggled slightly from the rough exposure before his hand grasped one of soft mounds of flesh.
his lips collided with yours, his thumb rolling against your nipple, making it harden. his tilted his head as his additional hand let you go to dip into the front of your panties.
but not before he licked his first few fingers.
one of your hands grasped his shoulder as your other hand grasped his forearm. ❝is this what you wanted, baby?❞ the pitch in his tone dropped. ❝hm?❞ he whispered against your lips after pulling away slightly.
❝yes,❞ you moaned, your hand slipping from his shoulder to your hair, curling your fingers.
❝yes, what?❞ he bellowed—eyeing you expectantly and giving a sharp slap to one of your breast.
❝yes, sir...!❞ you moaned, brows arching, but a small smirk surfaced on your lips. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips, attempting to grind your front against him.
it was his turn to purr, his hand leaving your breast to essentially grasp your throat.
i was bored and wrote it out to focus on size kink. it starts out fluffy and cute, but it ends on demon time.
as someone who was half-human, he was fairly larger than you.
in both size, and stature.
you liked that aspect of him—at times.
he would subconsciously grin when you would fiddle with his hands. your hands were two times smaller than his.
he would often watch you—the tip of your finger would stroke the markings on his skin, it would often tickle. your fingernail would gently trace over any veins bulging slightly from his warm skin.
you’d contemplate in fascination as his broad fingers would curl around your hands, practically swallowing them in his existence.
you would sit on his lap, and he’d wrap his arms around to crush you into his vast chest.
his laugh—his voice, it would make his chest vibrate against you.
you would always smell so good. he would bury his face in your hair whether your hair was straight, curly, or coily, he would nestle his hand along the back of your skull—intoxicated with your aroma.
the feeling was mutual with your lover.
he’d lay down, face buried in your thick thighs, swishing his head from side to side as your skilled fingers would run through his white tresses. he’d physically purr, or growl, in a way, goosebumps surging on his skin and his muscles relaxing—careful with those damn horns tho.
playfighting is a thing that exists in your relationship with this himbo—you’re usually always on your toes because you’ll never know when he strikes.
itto would pounce with every vacant opportunity that would make itself convenient.
no matter how, or what tactic he used—the two of you would cackle like madmen. hands slapping one another, a few pinches here, and itto would use his fangs to nip you.
usually—at times, this sort of playfighting would lead to other merriments.
itto certainly loved using his size to his advantage.
overpowering you, pushing a majority of his weight onto you.
during these moments—
itto’s lips would smother your own. his tongue would mingle with yours as those same broad hands would grasp both of your breasts fondling them with a rough squeeze.
his breathing was heavier by tenfold, the obvious bulge between his legs was above the average size of any other human man—he grounded himself against your clothed sex, the soft friction would send jolts of electricity up your spine and through your senses.
itto would always have to prep you before penetration—he loved to sit behind you with his lips caressing against your ear. he would murmur utter vulgarity, narrating the amazing sensation of your pussy clamping around him.
that same purr throbbed from his chest, he nuzzled his nose against you. one of his hands grasped your breast, in between his fingers he tweaked your sensitive nipples. his hot tongue lapped at the shell of your ear. his lips wrapped around the lobe of your ear, his sharp teeth often tugging. his other hand—between your legs, held open by his own.
the rough padding of his hands rolled harsh haloes around the swollen nub of your clit.
one of your hands grasped his wrist tightly, your knees wobbling as shots of pleasure. 
❝o–oh, fuck–!❞ your brows arched as you would tip your head back. ❝look at that,❞ itto cooed with a minor chuckle.
❝my fingers are stretching you out so well, baby,❞ he hummed. he could hear the squelching of your pussy each time his extensive fingers would pump back into you.
at most, you would be ready for your loved one after cumming once—or twice.
itto’s cock—albeit beautiful, it was monstrous.
pre-cum already oozing at the tip, twitching in anticipation as he would playfully slap his girth against your aching clit and your labia, feeling the heat that was plaguing you.
itto loves to be in a position where he can afford to look down and watch his cock essentially split into you—the squelch of your used pussy spanning to its utmost capacity as he deliberately pushed his way in.
absolutely breathtaking.
depending on the variety of itto‘s mood, there are only two strategies he likes to have consummation.
if itto’s more relaxed—belly full of food, maybe even a litte sleepy, calm after returning home to you and cuddling, possibly bathing together—he’ll go slow, but with his primal instincts on alert constantly, he’ll still be bucking his hips arduously.
he’d loom over you to watch you come undone. his gorgeous eyes would attend to the varied facial expressions you’d put together. he’d watch carefully to see how each stroke and angle was making you feel, just so he can repeat the process over, and over.
his massive hands would be lacing with yours, holding them down as you gripped on tightly to his palms.
yours legs—bent and raised, wrapping around him.
either that or if itto was frustrated, possibly just buck wild from being so turned on—he’d have his massive hand around your throat, that dark glimmer in his eyes piercing through you.
itto’s hips would erratically buckle, his cock plunging into you each time. the skin of his hips would slap the back of your thighs, raised and residing on his shoulders as his other hand would drape around one of your hips to pull and push you—using you as some sort of fuck toy.
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